Autumn closes its door, and winter arrives gently like a train slowly pulling into a station. I take out the book tucked under the mattress and sit by the window with a hot cup of tea, my legs snug inside the warm yellow blanket. It … Continue reading A Soft poem.
If they leave you with only their memories sticking to your skin, don’t try to cut it out in hopes that you might bleed art. (you won’t) If they leave you with only their names dangling off the corner of your mouth, don’t try to … Continue reading If they leave you.
Spend some time
With the night sky
Curled up beside you.
Let it drip secrets
In your ears
Is its most
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The sun sinks its hands into my flesh, and creates a sky out of the sadness inside. – The half moon nestled behind my ear, whispers poetry in my ears, and I swallow it down. My mouth stinks of love. – I hear crumbling houses … Continue reading How the world helped me heal-I
Nobody told me How hard this would be. Nobody told me That being methodical Won’t help me, Not this time. * That, charts and graphs On how long it takes To get over someone Would be as useful to me As a bicycle is to … Continue reading La douleur exquise.
I don’t want small talk. It gives me anxiety. Tell me about the time you slow danced to the beat of the wind howling in your ears. Tell me about the book you read that made you want to rip your heart out just so … Continue reading Small talk.